Originally posted on June 2, 2020 at https://ailovestogrow.wixsite.com/mysite/post/a-numbers-game
Well, aside from getting smacked with all the Dianes, looks like I just hit the 1000 view milestone! Woohoo! Gonna go to the hardware store so's I can get a rake for all this cheddar!
Alright, I understand this is spread between three videos and there are probably only between 300 to 500 unique visitors (or just one single horny person, I guess, statistically). Another 98 views on YouTube for the advert, so edging real close to a full hundred there. This is only 11 days, so I'm hoping this explodes and I get a million views by the end of the year...
...which I know won't happen, but I can dream!
With all the changes in the last week and a half, I'm starting to see a trend. I did get a spike in sales initially, but that's died back down to a sale or two every few days. I'm coming to terms with the idea that KU is my bread and butter. THOSE numbers are up triple what they were a month ago. At this rate, I'll be out of the red for BM in probably only a couple of years instead of five or ten. Diminishing returns being what they are, though, I'm not holding my breath.
If it seems like I spend a lot of time talking about numbers, its because they tell me how much people want to read my stuff. As a porny author, feedback is almost impossible to get. 20 reviews, 1 glowingly awesome email next to 7 short question emails, 4 comments and messages sent from various platforms and sites, then about a dozen people on GR who have "shown interest". Yet I look at how many copies have been sold and I look and see every single day enough pages of KU have been read to read 3-4 copies of Growing Problems. So I know people are reading my book, I just don't hear from you. Me talking about how many views a video gets or how many KU pages are read is the only way I know how to interact with the silent majority. It's my only connection.
Gonna keep it short today, got lots to do IRL. Finished up with Chapter 19, moving into 20 later today. 19 was back to back sex while Honoka accidentally discovers a new way to sex the wives. 20 is more of a plot stepping stone, it addresses one of the major conflicts that has been hanging over the girls for most of the book and sets up a side quest for the rest of the series. 21 will be the most emotionally devastating moment in the book - possibly the series - which creates a situation in 22 where Honoka has some serious thoughts about cutting ties with one of the wives! Then Interlude 2 brings in more Herald business and the rest of the book is either an orgy or a pitched battle.
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Alright, I guess I can throw you gals a bone. Here's a snippit from Chapter 16, where Honoka has a date with a prospective wife. Bonus points if you can catch the reference of a minor character from Book 1. BONUS Bonus points if you can find out where I got the meal from:
The following is a work in progress, Editor-kun hasn't even glanced at it yet, it is subject to change radically in the coming months.
Alonzo’s Ristorante Pizza did a really good job trying to look like a Tuscan Villa straight out of Italy. Honoka’s keen eye could pick out the modern touches, such as the wrong type of roof tiles and the plaster looked too even, but otherwise it bespoke of the old world and advertised as much as the fragrant aromas that this was a place of classic Mediterranean food. Since it opened four and a half years ago, it quickly established itself as the place to experience five star dining using only the freshest of dungeon ingredients to tantalize the palate.
The food was expensive, so Honoka had never been, but it wasn’t so outside her range that she couldn’t have saved up for a treat if she really wanted to. The problem with a place like this is Honoka felt dining alone was too humiliating and dining with someone had been too embarrassing. Ironically, the atmosphere is what prevented Honoka from coming here before, not the menu.
People waited in line out front, hoping to get inside and despite it being the Saturday lunch, many were wearing suits and cocktail dresses. Really, Honoka was under dressed, but she didn’t really care as she balanced into the shoes she got from out of her bag, wobbling slowly to the front of the building. Chastity had texted her detailed instructions, explaining the madam was now a part owner and Honoka could show up naked and still get the VIP treatment.
“May I help you?” the mustached man asked with slicked back hair and a uniform that looked something like a tuxedo without the jacket asked, standing behind a tall lectern. He was impossibly polite and pleasant, but he also made it clear with his tone that the line was over there.
“Honoka Jefferson, here to meet Winifred Borgia.” Desperate to look like she belonged here, the black woman’s posture was ramrod to keep her balance, her toes already crying out in pain.
Nodding as if everything was suddenly all perfectly fine, he briefly looked down at a datapad then bowed deeply as he swept his arm up in a practiced motion and opened the large wooden doors, motioning with his other hand inside. “We have been expecting you, Mrs. Jefferson. If you would please follow me, I will escort you to the Tramonto Suite where your party awaits.”
Honoka nodded and did her best to walk like she knew how to walk in precarious stilt shoes. Alonzo’s was packed, the noise only slightly muffled by thick walls separating each section as smells assaulted Honoka like Normandy Beach. There was so many it was impossible to pick out just one, but it all smelled delicious and - being the glutton she was, nevermind she just ate what felt like half a morning meal less than a half-hour ago - her stomach decided now was the time to loudly groan and rumble as her mouth instantly filled with saliva.
Hehe, Chastity is going to regret footing the bill for this. Honoka was led to some stairs and guided up to a quieter second floor. I can bankrupt a restaurant with just the complimentary bread.
When Honoka was led into a small and intimate dining room - more a large booth with walls than an actual room - the black woman couldn’t help but sigh in a manner much like a groan. As the door behind her softly closed, Honoka took in the artfully styled room. Each wall painted meticulously to make it appear as if the table was sitting outside in a Mediterranean sunset over the ocean, it also had a bed in one corner next to a cabinet holding some familiar toys and potions. Honoka added two and two together, realizing if this place had been owned by Solomon Church, of course it had rooms for prostitution available.
“I know, right? This room is more of a third date atmosphere.”
Honoka jumped a little, having totally missed the little girl standing in the room with her. Looking down, the first thing Honoka noticed was how amazing her dress looked. Medieval Science Fiction was the only way Honoka could remotely describe it. In two parts, the outer dress was like a pastel pink velvet cloak with long, wide celtic sleeves, a deep hood that was pulled back and sweeping down past her legs, probably leaving a small train behind the girl if she were walking. This entire part of the dress was only held in place with some criss-crossing lacing over her chest and abdomen, revealing most of the inner garment. The inner dress was made of some kind of smooth rubber, likely enchanted because it didn’t wrinkle as she breathed and moved, looking impossibly smooth as it hugged her body and in a slightly paisley off-white, the form a sleek strapless mini one-piece rave dress with long matching boots. The effect was strikingly sexy and had the effect of looking like a time traveler trying to pull off the short skirt/long jacket and succeeding.
Then there was the girl herself, and if Honoka hadn’t been working on schooling her initial reactions, she might have done something she would have regretted.
Winifred didn’t just look young and small, she looked younger and smaller than Honoka had looked a month ago. If Honoka didn’t know better, she would have thought she were talking to a nine year old girl. Cute as a button, the girl had shoulder length dark hair that couldn’t decide on being wavy or curly, styled over one side in what Honoka figured was stylish and expensive. Her large nose and darkish olive skin spoke of Italian or Greek heritage, which would have given her more dignity if she looked older. She didn’t appear to wear any eyeliner around her gray eyes but her eyes were naturally dark around the edges and her lipstick was a deep crimson. The whole effect was only a little jarring, her poise and manner and dress all too mature to even suggest she appeared as if she were playing dress up. This was a woman much like Honoka had been, stuck in a body that refused to age but weathering through life regardless.
The rest of her features were what threw Honoka off guard. From the top of her head where her hair was trying and failing to cover it up, to what looked like all over her body, protrusions of rainbow shimmering crystals jutted out of her skin like the Friendship Is Magic version of Doomsday, her entire body an asymmetrical pincushion of glowing jagged spikes. Her clothing was clearly tailored to her Racial needs, the holes either precisely cut around the rocks or either artfully softened or hid the rest. Overall, the woman was clearly coping with her Race by creating clothing and fashion that detracted away from her extreme Changes.
Regardless, Honoka had seen weirder. Nodding as if she were talking to just any other girl (which she was!), Honoka quirked a half smile. “I’m pretty sure this is a first date for Chastity. A little food, a quick screw, eat desert off each other’s bodies, set up a second date at a nice cafe down the street so she can get to know the person better.” Honoka went for a full on grin as she turned to look over the woman properly. “I mean, I’m sure Chastity doesn’t want to rush into anything.”
For a moment, it looked like the other woman was about to laugh, but with rigid self control she choked it down and gave Honoka a polite smile before motioning to the table. “That sounds about right. At least this time it wasn’t just one of her co-workers paid to make sure I loosened up a little. I’m Winifred, by the way, but most people call me Fred.”
“Honoka Jefferson, and its nice to meet you,” Honoka replied with a smile, reaching out to shake hands as she shimmied into her seat and looped her bag onto the back of her chair. The awkward bending while touching a female was a mistake, though, as her hormones took her to task and reminded the forgetful futa she was dangerously close to spontaneously orgasming all over this room. It was only with monumental effort that Honoka bit her lip and stifled a gasp as her skin started to slick with more sweat.
None of this went unobserved, the other woman giving Honoka a critical and calm glance as her eyes transitioned from gray to an aqua green. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised you have your own Racial problems. To be honest, Chastity was light on the details but she insisted I meet you here today because, in her words, you are the one who can fix my problem.”
“I’m not…I don’t…” Honoka growled a bit in her throat as her penis throbbed from a semi into a full erection, her curved rod tenting more and more of her skirt under the table and only kept from knocking on the wood with her wood by the enchanted elastic of her jockpanties. “To be fair, that is probably factually accurate, but I don’t want to get into another relationship based solely on my ability to fix someone. I’m a person looking for love just like I assume you’re a person looking for love. If that can’t be first on the list then I’m not sure if I want to talk about anything else.”
Fred was saved from answering as a waiter quietly came into the room and set two large glasses of milk on the table. “Our house specialty, holstaur milk flavored with Ambrosian Berries harvested this morning from the local dungeon. If you’ve never been to Alonzo’s before, I can recite our house specials or come back at another time more at your convenience.”
Fred looked as if she welcomed the distraction. “I’ll start with a mushroom-barley soup followed by the Sertelia Cheese dish. For the entree I’m feeling like the Brisket with a side of steamed Mallardroot and the pan fried shallots. I’ll probably finish with the palaczinta for desert like I normally do, but last time the Brisket was too much and I couldn’t eat another bite, so hold off serving my desert until after the entree.”
“Excellent choice, Ms. Borgia,” the waiter said with a genuine smile, bowing gracefully to the other woman. Turning towards Honoka, the distracted futa realized the waiter was an androgynous aelf and Honoka couldn’t tell to save her life whether she was speaking to a male or female. “And for you, madam?”
Honoka almost asked for everything with a side of keep it coming, but decided at the last second that might be too much for a first date. The belligerent woman realized why she was acting this way, she didn’t like Chastity and she was projecting that onto being forced upon the succubus’ sister. Being cornered into this meeting when she should be with her wives wasn’t helping her mood while her grandfather’s words still stung from earlier on top of everything else. Fred wasn’t a part of her problems, so Honoka choked down her frustration and tried for the easiest option.
“I’ll have the same,” Honoka finally said, her mind idly wondering where the bathroom was as her dick lightly contracted and the sticky mix of her precum with vaginal ooze made it so she couldn’t move in her seat without alerting everyone in the room what was going on from the inevitable squishing.
“Very good,” the aelf waiter said with another bow, discreetly leaving and shutting the door behind.
Silence greeted the pair, a testament to the sound proofing of the walls, only their breathing and the light tapping of the Beast against the table as it proved stronger than enchanted arachne silk.
Fred glanced at the table with a slight curiosity before her eyes turned a golden shade and she continued in her measured tone that spoke of a solid emotional control. “Love has nothing to do with it,” Fred stated, taking a sip of her milk. “You have something I want and my sister has something you want. This is a transaction.”
“Then no deal,” Honoka said, wanting to walk out then and there but stuck in place as her breathing took on a desperate gasping, every mental effort she could make to keep herself from throwing this table aside and taking the Crystal Gem either on the floor or against the wall. “I might have all the curves and charm of Gumby’s sister Minga, but I like to think…”
Honoka trailed off, unsure where she was going with that rant. Honestly, her thoughts were a bit jumbled, this whole day making salsa out of her thoughts and attention. She realized belatedly she probably shouldn’t be handling something as delicate as a date when the first real, solid emotion crossed Fred’s face.
Rage.
With the sound of tearing cloth and what Honoka could best describe as a dozen boulders grinding up against each other, Fred contorted her arms and shoulders back as she slowly grew in height and size, the mass emanating that grinding sound as her body expanded. Muscles previous lacking bulked up in rapid progression, so fast that parts of her skin along her shoulder split and presented more of the rainbow shimmering rocks making up her sinew and muscles. It was hypnotic to see her actual muscle fibers burst apart with crystalline tinkling before rebinding themselves and bloating even further outward, her skin partially displaying fireworks of power. Other parts of skin split and tore with in time as her dress tried to keep up with the mass before tearing down the side. This was partially from the size, but also partially from the burgeoning breasts breaking through the confines of the latexy fabric, cutting their way out with nipples that looked to be as sharp as actual diamonds.
To that point, Honoka felt she was familiar with what was going on in terms of muscles, breasts and size. The crystals under the skin was new and from the pain in Fred’s face it wasn’t a pleasant sensation, but then the growth took on another aspect of the transformation. Instead of retaining a mostly human shape, the woman’s upper body expanded much faster, her shoulders doubling in proportional size from expectations while her arms no only grew much longer, but took on truly frightening musculature as her jutting rocks turned the woman’s body into a blender and completely shredded the outer red part of the dress. No longer was Fred a larger woman, she was a female hybrid of Harambe and a stick of rock candy. Very female, those breasts now each the size of couch pillows as they swung and shook from the final spurts of growth.
Honoka didn’t know what to say as the expanding woman picked up the table and threw it against the wall with one hand, the effort the same as if Honoka tossed an empty water bottle. Leaning forward, her nose having flattened against her face and the left side completely split to expose more of the glowing rock flesh underneath, the raging Fred faced Honoka’s cobalt blue eyes with bright orange, the hot breath blowing Honoka’s vermilion blouse enough to tickle her own breasts.
Which is when Honoka realized her mistake.
“I’m sorry, I misspoke,” Honoka said calmly, holding up her hands. “Believe it or not, I used to look like you a month ago and I sometimes forget I no longer look like a child myself.” Looking over the powerful and feminine beauty before her, Honoka smiled. “I mean, what you looked like. I also know a bit about shape changing, so this isn’t even a big deal. As you can clearly see, it even turns me on.”
Fred looked down, paused, blinked, then leaned further down to get a better look at Honoka’s tented skirt. Only by chance was most of the Beast still covered, the throbbing threatening to push the salami high enough to completely expose herself to the other woman. Fred’s hand twitched, but she resisted as she turned around and crouched, whispering something as she slowly shrunk back into something that was again a smaller woman, though now she was trying to arrange the rags of cloth into a makeshift set of castaway clothing.
Honoka quickly put away her phone when Fred turned back around, just managing to get her text sent as Fred once again showed rigid emotional control and carefully propped her chair back up. “I’m sorry for misunderstanding and for losing myself. Losing my temper - and, really, experiencing any strong emotion - is a Racial problem for me and I’ve hurt people in the past. I’ll understand if you want to leave.”
“What, and miss lunch?” Honoka said, getting up as she allocated a little Strength and managed to move the table back without much fuss, though she gave out a little whine when her chiseled abs turned back into flat nothing as she sat back down. “Something you’re going to find out in a few minutes is I’m a bit of a pig when I eat and I never pass up free food.”
Honoka wasn’t sure if she actually saw it or not, but as Fred’s eyes turned a pastel pink, the chocolate futa thought she saw the hint of a smile there.
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There you go, about half the chapter. The next chapter goes more into the meal at the much-talked-about Alonzo's, followed with more of the same y'all have cum to expect in my stories, Also, please ignore my grammar and wordchoice, I know more than anyone how bad it looks. I also cut out a few references to things I've been careful to make sure NOT to preview, mainly the major plot point of the book, so I hope I caught them all but if I missed any...oops!
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